-hcls- — Your Name

-HcLs- Call home.

-HcLs- Acknowledged. -HcLs- Welcome to the Helios Closed Loop System. -HcLs- Your first directive follows.

The first time the message appeared, Mira thought it was a spam notification. -HcLs- Your Name

Her father turned his head, slowly. His left hand twitched—the one that could still move. He pointed at the terminal, then at her.

Then it changed.

End of draft. Want me to continue this into a full short story or turn it into a script-style opening?

Inside, her father sat in his wheelchair, facing a blank wall. Not asleep. Waiting. An old military terminal sat on the table beside him—a relic from his decades in signals intelligence. Its screen glowed green. -HcLs- Call home

And beneath it, a set of coordinates. A date. And a warning she would never forget:

Mira reached out. And for the first time, she typed her own name like it was a key. -HcLs- Your first directive follows